"What nursing?" Marion asked.

Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?"

"Not really."

"It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."

Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?"

"Only for women."

"Got it. If you ever want kids in the future..."

"You'll make soup for me?"

"I won't let you drink it."

"Why not?"

"I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."

"So, if I don't breastfeed,

"Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.

if the milk isn't

have kids. Just you and me, together for life. That sounds perfect. If you ever feel lonely, we can move to that house in the mountains

Debra's heart softened. "Okay."

table

room.

a

the ground. Kale's face tightened as

writing on the bag: Freshly Slaughtered

an eyebrow. "Mr. Lowe is craving fish late at

curtly before walking toward

called out loud enough for the study's O occupant to hear, "Isn't fish soup for nursing mothers? Mr. Lowe, don't tell me you just got

postpartum confinement."

darkened

placed the soup

is your

you avoid Debra on your way

"Why would I

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